All things being equal, I mean. And I’m not talking about having to go to a job you hate or you’re living on death row or something. Or dealing with one of life’s many actual tragedies. I mean just under ordinary circumstances.
I mean, are you one of those people who wakes up with a smile and a song on your lips in a “Oh boy! Another great day ahead of me!” state? Or does even an average good day stretch before you like a sun-baked desert of broken glass that you must walk across before you’re allowed to crawl back in bed at its conclusion and turn out the lights?
Whichever one you are, what do you attribute it to? Do you fight it or accept that you are this way?
I tend toward the latter, even though my life is not only okay, but pretty enviable. I always wanted to be one of the bright-eyed-bushy-tailed ones but never have been. Don’t know how to get there.